“Certainly.
There’s
an
entire
group
over
on
that
back
wall.
If
you
see
something
that
catches
your
fancy,
bring
it
to
me.”
Dare
nodded
again.
Knowing
she
was
watching
him
with
those
keen
eyes
of
hers,
he
crossed
the
room
to
stand
in
front
of
a
shelf
containing
different
vases.
As
far
as
he
was
concerned
one
vase
was
just
as
good
as
any,
but
he
decided
to
try
and
look
at
them
from
a
woman’s
point
of
view.
A
woman
like
Shelly
would
like
something
that
looked
special,
soft
yet
colorful.
His
gaze
immediately
went
to
a
white
ceramic
vase
that
had
flowers
of
different
colors
painted
at
the
top.
For
some
reason
he
immediately
liked
it
and
could
see
the
dozen
roses
arranged
really
prettily
in
it.
Without
dallying
any
further,
he
picked
up
his
choice
and
walked
back
over
to
the
counter.
“This
is
the
one
I
want.”
Luanne
Coleman
nodded.
“This
is
beautiful,
and
I’m
sure
she’ll
love
it.
Now,
to
whom
will
this
be
delivered?”
Dare
inwardly
smiled,
knowing
she
was
just
itching
to
bits
to
know
that
piece
of
information.
“Shelly
Brockman.”
Her
brows
lifted.
“Shelly?
Yes,
I
heard
she
was
back
in
town,
and
it
doesn’t
surprise
me
any
that
you
would
be
hot
on
her
heels,
Dare
Westmoreland.
I
hope
you
know
that
I
was
really
upset
with
you
when
you
broke
things
off
with
her
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